Who do you want to see being all sexual and letchy, grabbing the ladies in between pawing his own crotch and shit? Seventy-seven year old James Earl Jones? Me too! Well, Brendan Lemon‘s culture-watch blog, lemonwade.com, says that’s exactly what you can see in Broadway’s newest version of Cat on a Hot Tin Woof, I mean Roof. Come on, don’t say eww, say ooh!